Skootin Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Aye Peso, Peso, Peso Ooh Splash, splash Aye Yeah [Verse 1: Peso Peso] Bitch, I'm skootin' up (Skootin up) I ain't leavin' till them niggas dead (No) That nigga was talkin' and, then I put a bullet in his head (Brap, brap) Got racks in my pockets, my cars exotic (Pow) Pop out and smoke a nigga like Biscotti I'm fuckin a bad bitch, but she don't have shit, so i'I'm leaving her after I fuck (Go) I'm in the bottom with Glocks and Chops I drip in Versace, lil' nigga, not Prada (No) I blend in with a FN, I'm catching plays like the Redskins I'm in the trap, countin' up dead men (Go) I'm with Walka, we drippin' in Dead End (Drip, splash) If I came on, Bape needa make a Bape Mexico headband (Aye) On the block with a Glock, while we get it in (Nah) You get shot in yo' top, if you play with Quin (Frra, Frra) And I'm drippin' and splashin' up in a Benz (In a Benz) And I'm ballin' harder than (?) (No) [Verse 2: Quin NFN] (Gang, aye) I hit with no shoes on Got the K in the coupe, for a nigga that move wrong (Aye, grra) I been grindin' for too long (Gang) I'm still bout a jade on the dash in a school zone They been sleeping in snooze on I'm in the party sticked up, gettin my groove on (Fa, Fa) Gettin' top with a suit on (Noggin) Got no love for a bitch, I'mma hit it and move on And I keep the Glock on my body, nigga Got a pretty bad bitch, look like Kylie, nigga (She on) I just popped me a bean not a Molly, nigga (Gang) Comet chop, the block like karate, nigga (I'm on it!) VVS wet like a fuckin' tsunami, nigga And I threw 20K on my body, nigga (Gang) 4-4 roll a wood of Gelati, nigga (Dope) Got me movin' fucked up like a zombie, nigga (I'm on it, hold on) [Verse 3: Peso Peso] In the trap house, it's a lot of guns (Aye) With the chopstick, I'll make a nigga run I'm out in Austin, I'm smokin' on some runtz (Yeah) Play with the Sauce, I'mma hit a nigga up I ride by a ten, I chop up the brick (Drip, splash) I just spent 10 racks on a outfit (No) You talk about that murda, we know you ain't bout shit I'm trappin', rollin', I got too many pounds lit (Peso, Peso, Peso) Louis Vuitton, I got some much racks, I feel like a don (Aye) Boss shit, they know I'm livin' large (Yeah) In a mansion with a 6 car garage (Drip, splash) I'm on the block and I'm sippin' oil (Yeah) I'm trappin' everytime I go on tour (No) If you come at me, I'mma keep dangin' door Walk in my spot, the choppa's on the floor (Aye) Walk in my room, I got bricks in the drawers I'm trappin' the top, when I hop in a foreign (Peso Peso, aye)